Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Valero
Eddie Valero
Performer
Eddie Jackson
Eddie Jackson
12-String Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddie Jackson
Eddie Jackson
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
[Instrumental]
Say, Big Daddy, drop that real shit (Ayy, drop that real shit)
Certified big gangster, when I pop, I bet they feel this (What's up?)
She leave me, that's a loss, I'm havin' munyun, bitch, I'm still lit (Bitch)
We ain't doin' no woofin', shit jump off, I bet they kill shit (Hrrt)
I'm up with the zombies, dumpin' yercs 'til ain't a pill left ('Til ain't a pill left)
Best shit in the city, funeral home, I'm havin' real death (Rrr)
Flew out just to spend it, do my shit 'til ain't a bill left (My big one)
Call it droppin' weight, I got a backseat full of meal preps (Yeah)
Waterfall my pendant, bought these diamonds for enhancement (Ugh)
Lero, do your one-two, like a TikTok, my shit dancin' (Cut up)
Super hot, tell 'em come fan me (Come on), Forgiatos candy (Skrrt)
Went sat on the money, heard a pussyfoot couldn't stand me (Fuck 'em)
These bitches come and go, that's good advice, I had to warn bro (Yeah)
Ninety-ball to show off, heavyweight, shit got my arm sore (Yeah, yeah)
I done went a lot of places, bitch, but ain't no goin' broke (Never)
Jammin' like a half point, shit so slammin' like a storm door
Fuck I look like waitin'? I'm a dope boy, rather touch a jar (Go)
Her titties sit up perfect, got 'em done, ain't gotta touch a bra (Mwah)
Swervin', hear that huffin' roar (Brrt), jazzy ho can't touch a star (Uh-uh)
Thinkin' this shit sweet like you gon' creep, bitch, we'll slush your car (Bah, bah)
Know it might look plain, but gotta know this shit Supreme (Supreme)
For sure I did my thing, let me put on for the team (Yeah)
Trish and we got lean (What else?), if you listenin', hear a scheme (You hear it)
Everything ain't what it seem (Uh-uh), lay the cup on top the beam
****, it's Lero
[Outro]
I see you got yourself a lil' business goin', well, that's good, that's good
You make that paper
But when you makin' paper, you gotta learn some rules to go with it
You gotta learn the difference between gun and butter
The two type of **** in this world are **** with guns and **** with butter
Now what are the guns?
The guns, that's the real estate, the stocks and bonds
Artwork, you know, shit that appreciates with value
What's the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry, all that other bullshit
Written by: Eddie Jackson
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